Mom’s Motivational Techniques
Mom’s Motivational Techniques I dropped the heavy brass knocker on the thick oak door and listened to its dull thud reverberate in the silence of the cold, dark night. A minute later a soft glow lit up the hallway and I saw the silhouette of a man walk towards the door. I did not know why my heart was pounding the way it was. I wasn’t in a habit of asking my big brother for help, but after all, that’s what family is for, right? My brother was a little surprised, but pleased to see me and immediately asked me to come inside and out of the cold. He took my coat and walked me to the living room, or library, as he called it. We sat down by the fire and he poured us …